Is Rhett Divorced Novels & Stories

“And after? It’s not like you’re gonna stop being friends with Rhett after he’s married. You guys have been best friends for decades! What are you gonna do when you’re invited over for dinner with them, or you’re asked to watch their kids when they want to go out on a date night?” I grumbled and rolled onto my stomach at the thought of Rhett having a domesticated life in the suburbs with a woman named Rebecca and a household of kids running around and screaming. They would probably have a cat with a bell on its collar named Mittens that the kids begged them for that drives them crazy. I hated that I could picture everything with such clarity. “We were bound to drift apart at some point. I me

… It was only when we got home that I found out things had changed in the Stone family while we were away. Tyler just couldn't accept that I'd married Skyler and started lingering in bars. He drank his sorrows away. When Ruth realized she was about to lose the wealth that she'd been on the cusp of, she refused to leave the Stone residence. Mary wanted to stop Tyler from pining for me, so she'd kept Ruth around in hopes that Tyler would accept her. Unfortunately, Tyler straight out told Ruth he wasn't interested. He said he was already married and that he would never take anyone else as his wife.

To help Melanie boost her numbers, Matthew spread rumors that I'd slept with multiple men and had seven miscarriages. The endless online abuse that followed drove me into depression. When I couldn't take it anymore, I told Matthew I wanted a divorce. He chucked the divorce agreement on the floor, leaned back in his chair, and frowned. "It's just news. Once the scandal dies down, who's even going to remember you? Besides, you're still Mrs. Glover. No one's going to mess with you."

She even asked when we would meet again. It was just a one-time thing. Jessica was just a pawn in my game. It wouldn’t repeat itself anymore. I swiped away from her message and texted my assistant. After a quick shower, I headed out of the house to meet with Jordan for lunch. “Are you ready to talk about what is bothering you?” He asked as we were settled on our table. I sighed, rubbing my temple. “Valerie and I are getting a divorce.” My voice was barely audible. Saying it out loud made it feel real. I wished it was just a dream.

“How dare you speak to me like that! What did you just call me?” Sophia raised an eyebrow, her heart pounding. "Mr. Hawthorne, of course. Oh, didn’t your precious grandson tell you that we’re divorced?" The silence that followed was deafening. Sophia could almost hear the shock in Raphael’s breath. “What?” he rasped, clearly struggling to process what she had just said. "Why didn’t you come to me first before signing the divorce papers?" Sophia didn’t flinch. “What does our marriage have to do with you? And shouldn’t you be asking your grandson that question instead?”

she responded. His brows drew together as he said worriedly, "I heard you and Quentin are divorced now." He then shook his head in disbelief. "I just don't understand why he didn't treasure a wonderful woman like you! Perhaps he's just in a hurry to let Xyla have a wedding. After all, she's terminally ill. He'll probably regret it for the rest of his life if he doesn't marry her." Noelle didn't want to talk about them. Since she and Quentin were already divorced, whatever happened to them was none of her business. She smiled and changed the subject. "Does your chest still hurt, Mr. Kingston?"

Now he wants to turn it into a fashion house? Wait, he still doesn't know who the Rodriguez heir is? Danny didn't tell him anything…but why? "Listen, all I'm ever doing is for you. I chose not to get my revenge after the way you left me 5 years ago. I won't start a custody battle for Lia, because we're both adults. Let's all get back together and live happily as we used to. I have seriously divorced Rita. See that she's not here with me tonight." He must had really gotten rid of her. Laura wondered how, since Rita had just threatened her to stay away from her husband days ago. Did he know about that?

She glared hard at Reid sitting across her on the table. “Your mom and dad are divorced. We never liked each other. We hate each other and we shall certainly not live together!” Reid got on his feet instantly. He leaned slightly, his hands on the table. “What are you saying? Stop.” He said between his teeth. Jacintha also got up. “What? Are we not divorced? So why the hell should we live together?” She turned to her daughter, who was now on the verge of tears. Her lips pouted painfully.

" I'll be in the swimming pool." Theresa looked at him, slightly bewildered, as he stormed out of the house. She looked back at Sydney who tiredly slumped into the couch. " What crawled up his ass and died?" " He's been in a bad mood lately," Sydney replied faintly. Theresa knew Gavin was having an affair, but she didn't know it was with Avery, and neither did she know Gavin asked Sydney for a divorce and told the kids about it. Or at least, that's what Sydney thought.

“By the time I realized what she had been putting in place, it was too late.” Mrs. Taylor’s gaze did not soften. “What else did she do?” Matthew’s fingers tightened together, his knuckles paling slightly. “She filed for a divorce.” “And you signed?” There was a pause. “Yes..... no, I mean it's complicated.” Mrs. Taylor’s breath left her slowly, her hand lifting briefly to her chest before lowering again. “This is… not good.” Matthew let out a quiet breath, the sound hollow. “It was good for her.” Mrs. Taylor’s gaze flickered, absorbing that, then moving on.